Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Cramps

Natasha walked from the bathroom. She hadn't expected, hadn't prepared- and why now? On a mission, of all times? But her period was here. The cramps started hitting hard. She was used to the pain, used to throwing up or fainting due to it, but usually she had Tylenol. She didn't even bring goddamned pads or tampons. Ugh.

She walked into the other room, and talked with Clint about when to ambush, then- Damn. She bit her lip, cramps were giving her hell.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, then turned around. She grimaced, cursing under her breath.

"Natasha?"

"I'm fine, I just-" The cramps were bad, really bad. Her vision blurred, and she grabbed at Clint's shoulder to steady herself. It was too late.

When she came to, she was in Clint's arms. He was looking up and blinking promptly.

"Clint," she said.

He asked her what happened, and she explained. He got up, and went to the kitchen. He returned, and said: "Couldn't find any Tylenol, but here." He handed her a bar of dark chocolate. "I heard it helps."

She smiled in thanks, and took a bite. Maybe it was just the hormones, but it tasted great.

Author's note: Thanks for reading! This chapter is dedicated to professional_dreamer, who is a great writer and a huge inspiration of mine! You should check out her awesome fanfictions.